Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.